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June 23, 2024

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Whew! The dishes all piled up like a sidewalk memorial— that’s the brilliant signal line for me in this poem as etching.

poems of disclosure are the bravest and best

What an amazingly poignant and well-crafted poem, Maria. The short, terse lines are perfect for conveying the ennui and neglect. Like Beth's comment above, the metaphor of dishes piled up like a sidewalk memorial jumped out at me, as did so many other lines. The details here, especially of the foods that were consumed, are stark, vivid, and heartbreaking. You did a great job of striking the right tone throughout the poem, and I should also point out that the title of the poem is so appropriate to the contents. Thank you for sharing this sad but beautiful poem, Maria, and thank you, Terence for posting it. (And, as always, the artwork is stunning and makes a great complement to a great poem.)


Cindy---thanks for your comment.

We fellow procrastinators all applaud this line, our postponed motto:
"And every day was another day I didn’t do it. "
Brilliant revelatory poem, and sure now, I can relate!
Thanks!

judging from the comments,, a lot of us know what this kind of giving in to giving up feels like, i sure do, but how many of us can express that loss of control with such control (the line breaks alone), brilliant is the word fo[r sure (and mage).

I didn’t tell them your name! But now they will know it. <3

❤️❤️ this

The finality of the last line — a goner!

My goodness what a narrative this is, turning in the closing lines into a kind of surprising horror while in the early phases staying so amazingly attentive to basics, in a steady remarkably clear stream. I read this and immediately read it two more times, wondering how Maria had managed to make something so striking. I still don't know, which makes the poem ever more compelling. Terence I'm so glad you found this one for us, and Maria, I'm thrilled that I got to find your poem here and will definitely look for more you've written. I try writing the kind of "matter-of-fact" narrative that this poem is for the first three quarters or so. I can learn from what you've done here! Remarkable poem!

So much of this beautiful poem feels like a memory from my own life. Thank you for sharing!

I really like this.

I used to have that dream where your teeth fall out, then someone told me what it means. I haven't had it since . . .

Brava, Maria! I've been a fan for years. Now I'll have lots of company.


Great comment---thanks, Don

Strong and revealing poem. I love it and can definitely relate to it.

Love this poem! Really captures a certain kind of despair/ ennui. I am so looking forward to reading more by this poet. Thanks for posting another brilliant poem, Terrence.


Nin: Thanks for that comment.

Iambic Pentameter Impressionism...

Nice poem. Creepy image.

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